Drowning
A poem about being overwhelmed
Head above water,
is all I can ask for...
Reaching out for help,
with no answer...
Life isn’t as simple
as they made it seem.
To grow up
and be what you want to be.
When you start at the bottom,
you must swim for your life.
These storms refuse to cease,
and water continues to rise.
A snag here,
and another one there.
Engulfed by these waves...
til there is only black.
Looking up for help
in a darkened sea..
Where has the light gone?
I grabble to hold on...
About the Creator
Christina Vanhaerents
Cluttered mind, chaotic life, and a heavy heart... I write to keep sane.
Instagram: @cmvwrites
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Comments (24)
Wow, Christina - this is raw and powerful. Congratulations on the top story 🌊 Your words pulled me under in the best way… aching, honest, and beautifully written. Keep shining your light, even through the dark. Kind regards, your newest subscriber!! JX
"Great read!"
Wow!! "Where has the light gone?" stirs the truth. Loved it!
Awesome to read
Fabulous ♦️♦️♦️♦️
Very well written, congrats 👏
love it! 😊
This is such a raw and honest expression of what it feels like to be quietly overwhelmed by life—like trying to stay afloat in waters that just keep rising. The line “These storms refuse to cease, and water continues to rise” hit me especially hard. It perfectly captures the relentlessness of emotional struggle. There’s something so quietly powerful in the way you use the imagery of drowning—not as a dramatic collapse, but as a slow, steady battle against the weight of expectations, survival, and silence. It made me think about how often people are reaching out for help that never comes. And yet, through your words, you offer a kind of solidarity to anyone who's ever felt this way. Thank you for sharing this. It’s a reminder that even in the darkest sea, the act of writing—of expressing—is in itself a small, defiant breath of air.
Love this poem! It's feels deeply honest and a reminder that sometimes it's difficult to ask for help, but also reassuring because we're not alone in these thoughts.
Life really isn't easy at all, and the drowning feels all too familiar to me too. I hope you start to see the light soon Christina, and I hope receiving recognition for your raw writing, helps a little.
Congratulations dear keep it up 💖
nice
Congratulations on the top story! 🎉
I can understand well this feeling of feeling overwhelmed, like drowning. It’s a constant struggle. You made it sound so poetic. 🌷
🎉 Congrats on getting Top Story! 🌟 So well deserved — I’m super proud of you! 🙌💖 I seriously can’t wait to read the next one… I know it’s gonna be just as amazing! ✍️🔥 Keep shining! 💫
Nice
This is something that so many people feel but struggle to put into words. You did it perfectly. Congrats on getting Top Story too!
Wooohooo! Go girl!
Very intense, well to be honest I found it a little upsetting. Drowning is something I never want to experience. Nicely Written. Well Done!!!
Very intense poem. The conclusion: “Where has the light gone? I grabble to hold on...” implies, keep striving… don’t give up & drown. Good work ✅.
Well-wrought! May all those who must swim from the depths emerge stronger and better!
Oof—this one hits like a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding. The line “To grow up / and be what you want to be” —chef's kiss! ✨
Unfortunately relatable. Sometimes getting to the starting line is as much of a challenge as whatever comes after. Great poem!
When you start at the bottom, you must swim for your life. These words here. Not everyone is priveledged with a healthy head start. Some of us are plagued with the bottom fight. Getting smacked down after getting up. It really feels that way at times, and they definitley dont tell us that growing up. Great job depicting this imagery. I read it twice to really feel what you were saying. I felt deep heaviness Loved it.